My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness

Twenty years of blood and hatred. A grudge that spanned two decades.

Burdened with the heavy responsibility for revenge, Dustin never stopped thinking about his duty.

At this moment, his enemy was right in front of him. There was no way he was going to leave him alive.

Laughter rang out.

After his bout of rage, Ignatius suddenly burst into chortles.

"You're the last surviving descendant of the Fox family. What makes you think you can seek your revenge against the Harmon family? You're asking for death! "Capture him!"

When Ignatius gave his order, a group of the Harmon family's fighters instantly rushed forward to surround Dustin.

Dustin could not even be bothered to make a move.

"Don't kill him yet. Just break his limbs," Ignatius said coldly. "Since he dared to kill my Patrick, I'll make sure he's tortured to the brink of insanity before I kill him." About a dozen of the Harmon family's fighters quickly rushed toward Dustin.

They were elite fighters who had gone through the Harmon family's rigorous training. There was no way they would not be able to crush Dustin when they attacked all at once.

"All those who stand in my way must die!"

Dustin struck instantly with an icy face.

He was like a phantom as he struck out in the blink of an eye.

The Harmon family's fighters froze. Their faces stiffened.

In the next moment, they were all on the floor, and none of them moved.

There was an uproar in the banquet hall.

No one had even seen Dustin attack. He was that fast.

Everyone knew how powerful the Harmon family's fighters were. Most people would be powerless against them.

It was clear that Dustin was a skilled fighter himself.

"This boy is not an ordinary person!" said someone from the crowd. His face turned solemn when he saw what had just happened.

"In Lovellia, fighters start at the first grade, with the ninth grade being the highest. Above that would be the exceptional sovereign grade. This surviving descendant of the Fox family must be at least a seventh grade fighter!" said a distinguished, middle-aged man. He was not an ordinary person, either, but he had been taken aback by Dustin's prowess in combat.

It was rare to see someone of such skill at such a young age in Lovellia. It would not be wrong to call him a prodigy.

"A seventh grade fighter at this age?

There can't be many of them in

Grayvale, can there? There are only a

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he's a seventh grade fighter at a young age, wouldn't he become a ninth grade fighter in just a few years?" one of the guests said in shock.

Ignatius's expression was grim as he listened to the discussion around him.

He was an eighth grade fighter himself. Naturally, he could see that Dustin's skills were something special.

He had been nearly fifty years old when he had broken through to the seventh grade. He could hardly compare with Dustin.

A chill crept into his heart.

If Dustin was allowed to keep growing...

"Dustin, I'll fight you!"

Ignatius cried out and leaped from his seat. He shot toward Dustin.

He did not try to test Dustin at all. Every move he made was a killing blow. He did not give Dustin any leeway.

Ignatius was too wary of Dustin. He did not want to let Dustin live a minute longer.

When an eighth grade fighter fought with all his might, it was an

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impressive sight. The impact of it caused the crowd to go quiet.

Many people thought that Dustin would certainly die.

"Only an eighth grade fighter..." Dustin sneered. Once Ignatius got close, he struck out a fist.

Their fists collided.

There was a bang.

In an instant, Ignatius's expression shifted.

A terrifying force surged. Ignatius narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

With a splutter, blood sprayed from his mouth. Ignatius's body flew backward, and he fell heavily to the floor. "What?"

The guests were all wide-eyed in disbelief.

Ignatius was renowned as an eighth grade fighter. How was it possible that Dustin had injured him so badly and sent him hurtling through the air with just one punch?